star chaser poem

As long as you don't run into a particularly famous band, you can usually buy tickets on the day directly at the venue.They went to see a platter live that day, and among the several bands printed on the ticket, Fu Jing only knew two of them.

This was the first time he stepped into the realm of the livehouse, and when he stepped on the stairs leading to the underground behind his senior, he actually felt the pleasure of breaking into a forbidden area without permission.

When watching performances, Fu Jing always pays special attention to the performance of the lead singer, after all, that position reminds him more or less of himself.

He thought, I also sing, but those are just following suit to meet the demands of adults.It's like a marionette without self-awareness. When the puppeteer moves his fingers a little, he has to twist the spherical joints with all his strength, but he doesn't know the reason for dancing.

And those people on the stage, they sing, not because someone asked them to sing, not to please or please someone, but simply because they want to sing, want to express something spontaneously through songs—— Even if the audience may not be able to fully understand it.

On the way, he wanted to go to the bathroom, but he didn't know the way for the first time, so he walked around for a long time, and somehow ended up in the parking garage next to the back door.

The air is filled with the faint smell of smoke and the unique smell of asphalt road after sun and rain.

In the deep night, the light strips of the vending machines alone maintained a constant brightness. Before the glowing cold light, stood a young man with red hair.

He was facing the shelf, looking very troubled. He seemed to have noticed Fu Jing, took two steps towards this side, and asked, "Do you have any change? My money is too big to be used."

And Fu Jing stared blankly at his mouth, momentarily forgetting how to make a sound, like Alice who suddenly fell into a rabbit hole.

The man's red hair had faded after washing, and the ends of the hair were diluted into a slightly transparent pink, which reminded him of the color of phenolphthalein solution after encountering alkali during chemical experiments.

There are steel ball lip studs on both sides of the corner of the mouth. Even when not smiling, the lips will show a natural upward arc.Because the lip color is relatively light, and the lip peaks and beads are very round, it looks like a smiling cat at first glance.

This should be the first time he met someone dressed like this in real life.At that time, Fu Jing didn't find it scary or unacceptable at all, but thought that this perverted style was very suitable for this person's temperament, and even a little... nice.

Probably feeling the frozen gaze, the redhead waved his hand actively, and there was a hint of hoarse maturity in his tired voice, "My little friend, I'm not here to grab money, just forget it."

The three words "little friend" sharply hurt the self-esteem of the adolescent boy. He thought: You look like a college student yourself, so what right do you have to call me a little friend?

Fu Jing tried to fight back with an adult voice, so she imitated the voice of the other party and deliberately lowered her voice: "I have."

Then, he exchanged several change notes for a banknote of the same denomination.When the man handed over the money, Fu Jing noticed that the index finger of his right hand was wearing a black silver ring inlaid with a prosthetic eye, and the dark red inorganic pupils were looking at him indifferently.

A rambling questioning voice came from above the head: "Who are you here to see?"

At this time, Fu Jing was not very happy. She didn't want to talk to her at first, but she felt that it was impolite, so she opened her eyes and said nonsense, and randomly picked a somewhat familiar band name, trying to fool things: "Moonquake."

The person in front of him raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest, "Then who do you like in it?"

"none of your business?"

"Ask whatever you want."

The other party shrugged his shoulders, knowingly stopped looking into it, and instead poked and pressed the vending machine, and said, "Come here."

After hearing this sentence, he stood still and didn't move. He just stared at the stranger warily, and the corners of his mouth were full of stubbornness.

The more others ordered him, the more disobedient he was.

"I won't eat you again."

The redhead held two soda cans in his arms, left a bottle of energy drink, and handed him another coffee-colored one, with a naive little Milk II cow painted on the top of the can.

"Please."

Just as he was hesitating whether to pick it up, he let go of his hand in mid-air. Fu Jing trembled with fright, and reflexively held the can in her palm—only then did she realize that she had been fooled.

cocoa milk.

The moment he recognized the package, he was so angry that his body thorns had exploded. Just a second before he was on the verge of erupting, a wide palm landed on the top of his head without warning, and he patted it gently twice. Next, "Thank you. See you later."

The lazy and deep voice was far behind him, and the red figure opened a side door with "StaffOnly" written on it, and walked away.

The swell of rage comically turned into a muted firecracker.

"Who will see you later." Fu Jing, who was still angry, cursed secretly at the door, and kicked the vending machine resentfully.

However, it didn't take long for him to understand the meaning of what he just said.

After returning to the ground, the performance continued.

There are very few underground bands entrenched in Pine City, and only a handful of them will rehearse seriously and arrange performances regularly. Therefore, most of the audience's attitudes are very cooperative, and no matter how strong they are, they will always give encouragement to the greatest extent.

Thinking about it in the future, Fu Jing will somewhat miss that warm environment full of human touch.After all, in Wu City, where there are as many bands as there are stars, it is not unheard of for him to sing in front of two or three audiences.

Those new bands who were watched on the sidelines, most of the opportunities on the stage were to open the stage for others: no one cared who they were, let alone a shout dedicated to them.

When the seniors performed, the audience cheered enthusiastically, but when it was my turn, there were very few cheers.The auditorium they face is not blind worship and fanatical obsession, but calm judgment and strict judgment.

The only confrontation he can make is to try his best in every performance.

During the preparation time before the grand finale, the seniors specially dragged him to the front row. "The last one is Moonquake. Let's stand to the right."

"But I want to see the lead singer."

"Listen to us, stand to the right and watch the lead guitar."

Speaking of this, Fu Jing no longer insisted, he consciously gave up the position where it was easiest to see the stage clearly, and got into a corner close to the wall.

Now, to his left are senior seniors, and to his right is a hard concrete wall. The bottle of cocoa-flavored drink is hidden in the wide pocket of the school uniform, which makes the sound of liquid shaking from time to time.

The band named Moonshock has five members, and the members take the stage one by one with the accompaniment of the opening music.When it was the lead guitarist's turn, that person didn't go straight to his own position, but stepped on the lead singer's stepping platform, leaned out half of his body and glanced off the stage.

Fu Jing's knees involuntarily bent halfway.

The person on the stage seemed to notice something, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and raised his chin provocatively in a certain direction, as if to say "I found you".

The senior turned his head back rather strangely, and looked at Fu Jing beside him questioningly, but he was so embarrassed that he wished he could squat down or run away on the spot, so he shook his head carelessly.

Before the brain circuit was completely burned, Fu Jing thought blankly: the guitar he played was also red.

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After the game ended, worrying that Xiang Shi had waited for a long time, Fu Jing rushed to the breakwater at Meizi Coast as soon as she finished picking up her bicycle.

They used to play in this area a lot when they were kids.

There are face shield blocks built like pyramids on the coast (*), Fu Jing always feels that there are human faces on those strange-shaped stones, which are full of expressions, for example, when he sits on them, he will feel uncomfortable. Brows furrowed.

Although there are no steps or signs, the children all know how to climb up the breakwater without a teacher. He and Xiang Shihui sit on a high place fishing with their legs swinging, staring at the adults practicing below in a daze Surf or kayak.

There are many fragments of shells piled up on the edge of the beach. If you go to see them in the morning, there will be a band of colorful shells washed out at the junction of the beach and the sea. A white coin-shaped shell because of its clear five-pointed star pattern on the back.

Occasionally, a flock of pigeons will come to visit the beach, and the two are keen to scare the innocent little animals in a prank, and then laugh at the long string of bamboo leaf-shaped footprints left on the beach.

"Huh—I'm exhausted." Panting, Fu Jing parked the car on the side of the road, waved from a distance, and shouted in a broken voice, "I'm coming—"

After nine o'clock in the evening, there were almost no pedestrians on the road in Songshi.They were riding bicycles slowly along the coastline, with the evening wind gently blowing on their cheeks, accompanied by the sound of cascading and regular waves, and one after another of tall white masts passed by, like row upon row of scale marks.

While riding a bicycle, Fu Jing told about today's adventures. When it came to the topic of lip nails, Xiang Shi asked a scientific question very seriously: "Will his mouth leak when he drinks water?"

"Probably not."

"Anyway, you are not allowed to make holes in your face." His tone was full of overbearingness that cannot be refuted. "Otherwise, I will sue your parents immediately."

Seeing that the people around him did not answer, Xiang Shiba followed up with a loud voice to remind: "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, yes, yes." After Fu Jing agreed repeatedly, she did not forget to complain in a low voice: "Before being managed by my mother, I have to be managed by you first."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"No." He straightened his back unconsciously while answering, and he couldn't help laughing when he woke up.

The two rode side by side for a while, and as far as they could see, there were silent black outlines of buildings, and the brilliant lights reflected on the sea, twisted into flat ripples following the shape of the liquid.

"Actually, your voice is quite normal now."

When she spoke to Shi, Fu Jing's thoughts were still immersed in Yuezhen's performance just now, and he blinked guiltily, trying to gather his attention back.

"It's just that there is a gap compared with before, so it makes you feel particularly unacceptable."

"Those famous singers must have gone through this period. You don't have to take things too seriously, and besides singing, there are many things you can do—such as study."

He grinned, and mercilessly dismantled the other party's preaching: "I think all you want to say is the last sentence."

The sudden sound of brakes resounded between the two, as if a gap had been split from the center of the ground.Fu Jing suspiciously searched for the disappearing figure around her, and gradually stopped herself.

"I'm not kidding you."

Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, he turned his upper body and looked at the person a few steps behind him in surprise.

"I want to study with you in high school, but I must enter Meishan."

Meishan is the best high school in Song City, but the school is in another district of the city, so it is impossible to go to school.

Fu Jing blew a whistle pretending to be relaxed, as if she wanted to avoid the upcoming heavy topic, "You should go to Meishan."

But Xiang Shi turned a deaf ear to his dodge, just lowered his eyes, tightly pinched the handlebar of the bicycle, and said nothing.

The empty void of silence is filled with white foam as the sea laps on the shore.

"how about you?"

"Let's go straight up."

Hearing that, the man raised his head, and Fu Jing felt that there was something difficult to face in his gaze, like the glaring sun, which made him want to close his eyes right away.

"If you stay here, can you get into a good university?"

"Why do I have to be like you?"

He heard his own voice that was riddled with holes when he raised his voice, cruelly tearing a gap in the night.

Xiang Shi bit her lower lip and looked at him blankly.

"No matter what you learn, you should take the initiative to learn because you want to learn, not because someone forces you or threatens you, saying that if you don't do this, you will be worthless in the future."

"I have a brain and can think. I don't need others to tell me what is right and what is wrong." After finishing speaking, Fu Jing turned around and released the brake.

He concentrated the unresolved emotions on his legs, kicked the ground hard with all his strength, and then rushed out like flying, as if he could throw away all hesitation, anxiety, anger, and sadness as long as he rode fast enough. Behind the heads.

The distance between the two bicycles, which is close to each other, becomes farther and farther away as the other person moves away.

Only Xiang Shi was left alone.

The author has something to say:

Face protection block: placed on the surface of the breakwater to resist waves.